Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.